Langwij Arts all so teaches u how too spel good and use rite gramma. Bye
the way iz mine good.

~*~

Get the puck deke through your zone past a defender

Other players call for the puck, but you take it up the clear smooth ice

Another defender misses the check

Lead the pack past the blue line fake left goalie goes crazy shoot top
shelfÖÖ

Jeff Ferguson

~*~

Me

A.J. Kocher

People always want to be something theyíre not.

It makes me so frustrated to see people trying to be Individual or prep.

Iím not sure what I am

And I donít care what anybody calls me

Because Iím me

And thatís all I care about.

And thatís all I care about.

Because Iím me

And I donít care what anybody calls me

Iím not sure what I am

Individual or prep

People always want to be something theyíre not.

It makes me so frustrated to see people trying to be

Me

~*~

Try to pretend

Markie

He says next to nothing to you

but expects you to welcome his tongue into your mouth

because you are 14 and he is 17

his universe is infinite

your's controlled

you stutter out an 'excuse me' as he tries to feel you up

his hands are bigger than yours

and you will not win

a feel of a knife in the crook of your neck

for some reason is not surprising

a sign of his victory

and your defeat

you cannot speak any longer

just stare at the cushion on the couch

and you try to pretend

that you are not there

that your good friend isn't in the next room giggling with a fraternity boy

try to pretend that the paneled walls don't leak around into their paradise

and wonder why you are even in this position in the first place

a dimmer inside of you turns on and then it becomes dark

your options become clear

perhaps you will die like Marie Antoinette

or choke on a substance that will stick down your throat like wood

you try to pretend that somewhere people don't hate you

that you are strong

and you will get through this

you will endure the pain

and then

when he's finished

he takes you home

says 'thank you' like you've just given him directions to the movie theatre

shakes our hand like you've just won an award

and drives away like nothing ever happened

~*~

Apocalypse

Redon «abej

Where were you when the sky turned black?

And Satan came back,

With a goal to end the day

And take life as his prey.

With a soul darkened

And emotions hardened

He turned day to night

And showed us his might

Heroes came to save the day

They all fell prey

To Satan's merciless heart

And his torturous might.

Where were you when time ended?

As Satan came

With all Hell's flame

And life was doomed.

Did you fall and cry?

And wish an end to the night

And wish back the day?

Or did you just ask the almighty for might?

Satan darkened the sun with his hand

And Earth spun not once more around.

As hell fire in brimstone raged;

Satan in a war with life engaged.

He tore mankind limb from limb

And took away the dream

Of having a fighting chance,

In this final dance.

As Satan himself stood in victory,

Mankind saw its last moment in humility

As it began an eternity

Of agony.

~*~

Lonely Tears

Elizabeth

I sit here watching the candles burn

the light dances on the bedroom wall

as I wait here, waiting for your call

A tiny tear runs down my cheek

as I fear the worst will come

time passes by as I sit here

I sigh as I watch a flaming streak

My heart aches, as I know yours does too

I think to myself, how could I be such a full

the tears become bigger as I think go figure

I sit here waiting, waiting for your call

and I still watch the candle dance on my wall

the stars, they don't lie but still, still I cry

~*~

I'll fall into a bleeding sea

The deepest love he ever gave to me

The love of death for all to see

The love of birth to die and bleed

The love of life was sacrificed in me

Kill me, kill me, that's what I need

Surrender, surrender, surrender to me

Love me, hate me, that's what I scream,

Black raven of murder can't you see?

That's all he ever gave to me

So I'll fall into the bleeding sea

The deepest love he ever gave to me

The love of death for all to see

The love of depth that hides in me

Sarah

~*~

The Visitor

maurice casey harris

A frail wet gruesome night,

vigorously starring at the face of fright

swiftly grasping every moment of sound and

sight yet so tightly loosening that feeling of

such sorrow and lost compassionate, utterly

demystifying the moment of suspense leaving me

breathless lying on the floor of commonsense...

Then suddenly there's a tap... A tap at my door..

A tap at my window..I was uncertain which

and discontent but that tap filled my heart with

such fear and vexile, moment by moment listening

to that tap flowing through several textiles of my

sound barrier fence while partially being emotional

and mentally tense the approaching suspense was

embarrassing my thoughts with various illusions in an

hostile manner while trespassing in a devious exile

behavior...Then the tap..So I began treading softly

to the door with extreme caution step by step closer and

closer with that feeling of curiosity and paranoia

bubbling and rising through the pores of my flesh...

Then finally opening my door softly but yet gently

putting myself to the ultimate test praying that

i'm blessed with such great fearlessness at the

moment of distress..Slowly and slowly visually

realizing that there is nothing here to explore while

softly holding the door..I turned around with my head

to the floor while closing the door..Indiscretely

I began adoring feelings of great relief and metaphore..

Then all of a sudden right before my face appeared

a fading bodily image..Upsettingly casting my eyes

upon a human like aurora, a mere ghost. Or something

more..Then a voice......A distilled settle voice chanting

never the less just visiting and nothing more.

~*~

WET

Sonali Mehandru

Rain on the pavement

no unsettling questions no taboos

every drop curves around all

inside clumsily fitting ideas

pulling buttons breaking zippers

that don't zip

drops freeze and melt freeze and melt

maybe I am too close to your face

to witness their mutiny

surrounding us

inside running frantically through

glaring space and cracks,

I slip, mistakenly touch the wrong sore

I try to focus on each drop but

all I see is you

and my wet face within --

(with) a gaping hole so loud

that I can see

the unbinding other side.

~*~

TONE POEM (Night Vision)

...\Cate Espener (Jan/03)

Stone,

You are a stone for my heart

Inside unknowable

Deeply lined,

Immutable

Glistening by light and shade

Pressed against the hand

Within a soft continual curve

Something to grasp

Nomadic

Pale and grey

Once shore, now water

Washed away

Transformed into earth's seed

Swallowed up as a memory

A stone for my heart

~*~

ETERNAL CURSE

STEPHANIE

I stand in total darkness,watching with cold
eyes.Staring at the human race as they stroll by,and I, waiting for the time
to feed.

I pounce on them,and drink their blood,and listen
till they can't breath. I roam around like a shadowy figure at night,making
sure to stay far from the sunlight.

For I am cursed for eternity,drinking blood from the
insanity.This endless cycle is driving me crazy,I will soon go mad and loose
my mind.

I'll go on raids and kill all I see those that live,
I shall soon find.For if you haven't figured it out I am a Great Vampire. Many
try to catch me and set me a fire.

Foolish creatures they are the humans.

They try to rule all and all they see......

but they shall never rule me.

~*~

THE UNKNOWN TERROR

Megan

As soon as you get on top of the water an unknown terror brings you back down
No matter how hard you try You cant get free Kicking screaming its no use
Blood pounding in your temples There's just no end Oh its so hard to find the strength
to even try Your so alone Oh wait light oh precious light You can reach up
your hand passes the surface your free But you get pulled back down again your
going down faster than ever It never ends No one can hear your screams No one
even tries...

~*~

WE'RE COMING TO GET YOU!

Adam Davenport

Oh, master of deceit and disease,

King of cruelty and lies,

Your time is running out,

Your regime is ready to fall.

You can build your weapons,

You can recruit your men,

You can make your people think you'll win,

But the fact of the matter is you've lost.

While you put on a brave face and lie,

In the back of your mind,

You know you don't want us over their.

You'd better start digging your grave,

Because sooner or later,

We'll be over there,

Ready to take you down.

Be prepared for the next war,

Because we're coming to get you,

And this time we won't pull out!

~*~

We came here

We came

and we saw

and we were defeated

We crossed along

the bordered night

We crossed along

fields and lines

We came here

for a future

We came here

for the dream

We worked along

the paths that traveled

We worked along

the hours, days, and years

We came here

I thought we had a future

We came here

I thought there was a dream

We don't know

why we lick

the bottom of their feet

We don't know

this land

its people or its country

But We came here

We came

We saw

and we were defeated

Morisot

~*~

The Script
ghost

All I know is a way into the light.

Outside, new ideas and strange ways forming;

Inside, the well worn pens neat scripting,

The recollection of forgotten plight

Or grin when a new thought strengthens the page.

The idea must be some where in the mind,

Shining as an angel, with winged beauty,

Standing there unshakeable: with purpose

Where the hand gives back new lease and life.

Sometimes; a pause followed by the new past.

The pen is laid down with eyes shut thinking,

Remembering the ways of a long gone craft.

Then again; the grin with the pens neat script,

To give real words, and give back the past.

~*~

Slipping Through

Gerald Rice

Passing by unseen

Leaving no trail of remembrance

Existing as a shadowed afterthought

Using little and taking only what fits into pockets

The eye bends around flesh
5

A craned neck to look over

A vacant stare sees through

Even the fleeting lines of fingerprints fading fast

To tread past; a silent

Push through the interwoven fabric of civility
10

Becoming cousin to invisibility

Calling downwind home

Name withheld and no picture taken

Staining not the glass surface of society

A knowing glance quite mistaken
15

To crawl beneath the skin of notice;

Living without hello or goodbye

~*~

My Last Battle

By: Mohammed Dajani

My last Battle , It was the last of all.

It echoed in my dreams and in my soul.

Iíll never have to climb again out of that pit or hole.

Iíll Keep traveling towards the Sun and waterfall.

Iíll lay on the ground and surrender to the wilderness and the roars.

I wonít even bother with the Fox or Lion or even the wild Boar.

Iíll sleep like a baby in the Sun or in the cold.

And when the time has come, when Iím old, lazy and bored.

I will stand up, and surrender to the all mighty God

The one and all.

~*`

ďIf you ever see me coming

And If you know who I am

Donít you breathe it to nobody

Ďcause you know Iím on the Lam.Ē

Johnny Cash / Wanted man

Outlaws are existentialists...

Thatís what Hamlin says

We are discussing the merits of Sartre via email

He writes me:

ďAll outlaws are existentialists because they have to think outside of the
box to survive.Ē

I wonder if itís not the other way around

Maybe all existentialists are outlaws

Because they canít think inside the box

I am not an expert on existential thought

I do know that reading Sartreís Nausea

Makes me laugh harder than anything Bukowski ever wrote

And somehow I feel ashamed and embarrassed

By finding humor in Sartre

In what should seem so bleak and desperate and alone

And somehow I feel ashamed and embarrassed

Of being white and nearly middle class

Of being so goddamned invisible

F#ck it

Weíre all outlaws

At least any one of us

With the time or inclination to

Think Outside of the box

I feel like the shooter in Le Etranger

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

I have not had gainful employment in 11 months

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

I buy my childrenís xmas gifts at the 99 cent store

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

I buy my bread at the day old outlet

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

I hustle movie starís books

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

Wanda Coleman Doesnít have time to let me publish her work

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

The towers have fallen

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

We are flirting with war

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

I am afraid

I am an outlaw

I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive

Sartre was an outlaw

I am an outlaw

My friend Bradley is an outlaw

Johnny Cash is an outlaw...

You...

Are an outlaw

gato clemente

~*~

The task.

I stand and walk, I stop to see

A sugar grain mountain, monstrously opposing me.

An ironic task lay ahead,

Itís do or die but will I really be dead?

I wish I could shovel, kick or push

Each grain is a task; I know Iím not to rush,

If only Iíd known the size of this mammoth wish,

But the ends reward is justified by life long bliss,

So I stand and I sigh, pick up in my finger tips one grain at a time

Day after day this reality, this dream, it will become mine.

Ever grain is an hour of every day: robotically I remove them

Before this dream has been taken away.

One more, one more, one more, will it cease?

The mountain must be gone before I feel peace.

A mindless drone I still persist, removal continues,

Grain by grain, wrapped tightly inside of my clenched fist

That day will come, of that I am sure

This obstructions removal, my tortured minds only cure.

Gareth Harrington-Jones

~*~

INSANITY

SHAUN BELL

I floated away.

Light filtered through

Leaves of a different kind.

All inches of myself exposed

to a journey that was in vain (Id understood my complaint).

The Father of Lies,

the nothing that exists,

a language

that doesn't speak.

Release me from

myself.

~*~

(record crackles...)

like slow music moving through soundwaves

breaking against the bluff of soundbarriers

"adjust your hearing!"

championing this atmosphere could seem inane

this master was insanely inept of pain came equipped with swords of pain

he drew a line in the sand that cut deep

left blood on the concrete---he don't sleep

leave moons wanting for earths around the room

the world stands cold outside like the nose of little girls open wide

for destruction of their human bodies

but no corruption of the party just came to meet somebody

mature enough to be somebody like elderly people in the lobbies

of social secured buildings

music spinning out of control like zanex pills

speed connects young and old at will

got my mind floating

I'm never leaving

fotojock

~*~

Broken Images
Krysta Patterson

All these broken images

All seen through broken glass

Its like all the world's the audience

And i'm the only member in the cast

Crying myself to sleep at night

My emotions running high

I'm sitting on this stupid grave

While all my life is slipping by

All the audience is laughing

While silent tears roll down my cheeks

Always being hated

While acceptance is all I seek

Eyes around every corner

No friends in sight

My tower of broken dreams

Is growing in height

So next time you look

In a broken mirror you will see

A tower of broken images

And a torn picture of me

~*~

Knight

Evelyn Breithaupt

His shirt was soiled

With nothing but his own blood

His armor blindingly shiny,

Tight and unused.

He covered himself

With weapons and armor:

Spikes of fatally slashing steel,

A faithfully sharpened sword,

A thick shield across his broad chest;

And built a wall and a tower

From which he stared out

With cold, assaulting eyes,

As if he felt--

Nothing.

~*~

Wall and Air

By Anirban Dey

Particles on the air depict a death

The atmospheric pressure describes cemetery.

Each last breath left by the humans

Colors the layers of air...

The air gets polluted or enriched thus.

Consciousness of death

And deaths of 'conscious' make life,

A coffin or a womb resembles the coffin.

Momentary time rests at timelessness

It hides its face behind the time-concept.

The punctuation signs ride on the pages

The existence crawls midnight-ceiling...

Windows and walls.

Million girls realize momentary puberty

Riverbed plays a millennium harmony.

Words get enabled to create a tunnel,

Dead words continue the creation of wall.

The height of wall, the density of air

Both

However, exist in dual-shaded colors.

~*~

these pictures show a then

now covered over

bright signs adorn the somber granite

commerce has returned

as if a corpse revived

I am still in then

that was a city

a capital powerful

not a destination

driving through

ďIíve heard of a restaurantĒ

a momentary pleasure

shell painted

meat gone

quinton

~*~

The Paranoia

Jessica Holmes

I sit in the dark,

Waiting for it to come,

Waiting for the pain.

I should just go.

Go out and enjoy what time I have.

What time I have with him.

But if I hide,

He can't find me.

He'll have to search.

He'll have to wait to hurt me.

I'll have more time.

More time with my heart in one piece.

I want to keep my heart,

But give it to him at the same time.

The pain he will cause,

It is unbearable.

He's ruined me for any other man.

My heart is his, but also mine.

The secrets,

The worries,

He says he loves me.

Divide and Conquer.

That's what he's doing.

Waiting to hurt me,

Waiting till the time is right.

Waiting till I have faith.

Then knocks me down.

Knocks me down and laughs.

Like all the others,

Their all in conspiracy.

They're all gaining on me.

You say I am being paranoid.

But I know the truth.

~*~

The Brumby Rush!
Laura Ashleigh Collins

The dusty mountains reach up high.

The scouring eagles, they prowl the sky.

The early morning sun awakes,

Within the ground the power it takes.

The pebble-bottomed creek will flow,

The crystal clear water moving slow.

The bush brown lizards bathed in light,

Have scurried off in fright.

The morning dew may kiss the grass,

As the blazing brumbies gallop past.

The dust and dirt will fly,

While the birds race in the cloud flushed sky.

Fish will duck and dive by rocks,

While the bird will hit the plains in flocks.

The vultures hiding in the trees,

Their feathers ruffled by the breeze.

The animals run with speed

From elephant to centipede.

Although the wallabyís canít run,

They curl up in their mumís tum.

The brown-eyed pony gazed in delight,

As the moon shines throughout the night.

The mares frolic through the scented bush air,

As the wind blows their silk like hair.

The violent colours swirl around,

As the stark black pony hits the ground.

His mother full of shame,

As she charges toward her foal with blame.

~*~

The Packet.

metalfreak

The crisp packet floated gently along the soft blanket of wind. It has seen
so many trees. Bush. Bench. Tree. Tree. It twirls in the air, like a
ballerina in a concert. It passed a couple arguing. It has seen so many
fights, so much hatred, so much romance, confusion, sadness, despair,
happiness. The crisp packet has stopped moving. It is picked up off the
floor and thrown in the rubbish. It lies in the dustbin, it's final resting
place.

~*~

Youth Detonation:

Billy Heath

Among urban turrets of pink and brown,

Amidst the trivial crowds of unspoken hurt,

Where nothing matters but dignity,

A boy sits in his roost, among the modern ruins,

Carving phrases for his own.

His prose is undistinguished,

Yet he believes in what he writes,

As the racket within his boundaries,

Increases as the night declines steadily.

He thought this town would be his fortress forever,

But his young mind is filled with distrust,

As the enemy closes up, or eats it from the core.

He has no world around him, for it is no longer part of him,

Unattached from what it was, as it kept nothing for him.

Now he wonders why he sits among the turrets of his town,

Surrounded by the terrors that will surely confine him.

There are no pleasures or paltry chattels,

That can restrain him from what he wants to be,

He is the revolutionary, the God,

The owner of his own mind,

But his mind is not the world,

He can do nothing for it.

He is locked up in his teachings, he cannot escape his links,

He cannot change the land he steps on, he has no say,

He is no man, no face, no-one.

~*~

ALONE

I sit all alone tonight

In this place called home

I wonder what in the world

This hellish life is for

Loneliness creeps in my heart

From somewhere of of a dark abyss

I wonder what I have done

To cause myself such emptiness

Empty space all around me

But no bright stars to guide me

No bright moon to help me

Only blackness to bind me

I huddle up in the corner

A round bundle on the floor

Scared of always being alone

Scared of always being unknown

Candace Fannin

~*~

The fire once burning withers and dies

The grim clouds of smoke devours the skies

Raging wild waves now restfully asleep

The earth crumbles into the unknown deep

The brawny eagle shortly becomes weak

The last drop of hope falls from heavens peak

Falls to its death, into the ash it drops

The flowing water of life abruptly stops

Now conquered by darkness, infernal rains

Forever crushed by the internal pains

Anthony Guidubaldi

~*~

LONELY IS HE
Toreion Hardy

Lonely is he that is without, Lonely is emptiness without a doubt

Lonely is he that holds to nothing, and really can't seem to shake it

Lonely is he who'll always believe, that he will never make it.

Lonely is he who stands alone, and has not even one friend

Lonely is he who truly believes that his nightmare will never end.

Lonely is he who receives no love, and has no love to give

and that's exactly what he'll be, for as long as he shall live.

Lonely is he who doesn't know how to care and share with others

Lonely is he who refuse to accept mankind as his sisters and brothers.

Lonely is he who restrains his feelings, and tries to confine himself

Lonely is he who is cold and bitter for "HE" has a lonely death.

~*~

United We stand

Brandi Lenz

They think they killed us

They just made us stand strong

They think they killed us

They couldn't be more wrong

They must not have been to smart

Cuz they thought they could rip the U.S. apart

United we stand

The country that's grand

I wouldn't live anywhere but her

For everywhere else lives in fear

United we stand

Devoted and proud

Red, White, Blue

Spoken out loud

~*~

Weary Eyes

Rayne Britt

Dead skies.

Dark lies.

And no place to rest weary eyes.

There's a place.

There's a face

That hides behind the dawn in it's grace.

There's a chance

Of a romance

Somewhere beyond this mortals glance.

There's a hope

Beyond hope

Dangling from my rope.

There's a sweetness.

There's a kiss

That I never felt, but I miss.

~*~

Lost

Kristen

I'm lost in this world,

In way over my head

It's so big

But to small

I'm lost in my youth

Scared of my future

Light in a child's eyes

heartbreak of a teen

I'm lost in my addiction

caught up in the game

letting it win

hoping it will all end

Lost in my wisdom

So many things to say

To many things to hide

The truth is pain

Love is hate

Lost in the drug

My only reliance

The real enemy

My true friend

I'm lost in this high,

It's so good

and yet so bad.

Head in the clouds

Feet never on the ground

I'm lost in my own misery,

Causing my own pain

I swim in my tears

and drown in all my fears.

I'm lost in my dreams,

Stuck in this reality

one foot in

one foot out

I'm lost in my mind

with paralyzed thoughts

Choices have been made

Mistakes must be paid

I'm lost in my death

Standing with tombstones in my eye

and a coffin as my bed

We all live to die

My angels have left

My demons have entered

I'm lost in the hands of time

Stuck in this moment

Seeing the truth

Living the nightmare

I'm lost in my wonders

and killed by curiosity

betrayed by love

controlled by hate

I'm lost in his jungle

caught in his trap

thorns in my heart

I can never go back

Lost in fantasy

Fearing reality

Knowing the truth

Living a lie

I'm lost in my life

Never to be found

I'm told it just began

My only wonder is when it will end?

~*~

Truth

This was written by my best friend. He passed away January 23, 2003 at
20 years old. These are his last known written words.
John Casone